User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-26024035-20160613172832

Serrano picked his way carefully through the woodlands, his eyes flitting from ground to trees and back again in a swift, cautious fashion that might have been mistaken for manic obsession... if not for the case at paw. "C'mon." He ordered distractedly. "Keep movin'. An' fer Vulpuz's sake, be wary."